Since I spent the better part of my formative years attempting to to master the art of One-handed Vulcan Bra-clasp Flick (in an attempt to boldly go where no man had gone before) I don't have the Star Trek chops to really get into this, but.... remind me again why anyone takes the National Review seriously.

By the way, I am nerd enough to admit that it's pretty cool that there is now a Criterion edition of this. Of course, I was only nine at the time that it came out and I quit using it as the touchstone of my political outlook when I was about...oh, maybe four blocks away after leaving the theater.